Snarkastic

Scoreboard.

Evenin', y'all. So it came to pass that during our little friendly competition, a Longhorn and an Aggie were matched up in the first round. As you might imagine, this took "friendly" right the hell out of the equation. Words were exchanged. The true characters of both men were revealed. But when the dust settled (internet dust), right had prevailed, and now our champion has a few words for his vanquished opponent. And though he once called Paul Finebaum a motherfucker on live air, his house is a happy one, full of good sportsmanship, class, and gracious winners; mine certainly is not. So I'm turning the mic over to PB, and backing away slowly with my hands in plain sight. If you saw the brushfire in his eyes right now, you'd do the same.

Hey, Rob:

Now you tell me who won.
You talk shit on my site, then run.
You don't want to see me.
Seersucker bitch dressin' up tryin' to be me.
How the fuck you gonna beat a heartthrob
When I'm always on my job?
I've got readers.
Havin' believers ain't fair but somebody's gotta have 'em.

Oh yeah. Texas A&M. You wanna fuck with us?
You amateur sheep lovin' fuckers
Don't you have lice or somethin'?
You fuckin' around with those Snap Previews
Give me a seizure or a heart-attack.
You better back the fuck up
'Fore you get smacked the fuck up.

That's how we do it on our side.
Any of you hillbillies from College Station wanna bring it - bring it.
But we ain't writin' shitty blogs. We bringin' drama.
Fuck you and your motherfucking grandma.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Aggies.
Then you had to open your mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion.

Well this is how we gonna do this.
Fuck Seersucker Rob.
Fuck Rob's hair.
Fuck Texas A&M as a school
And as a motherfuckin' crew.
And if you wanna be down with Aggie Rob,
Then fuck you, too.

All you motherfuckers...
Fuck you, too.

All you beast fuckers: fuck you die slow motherfucker.
BON make sure all y'alls crops don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We the motherfuckin' Texas Longhorns - class of the state 'till we die!

Out here in Austin we warned ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers.
"We matter" - you're adamant.
You think you're a school, but you still irrelevant.
Ain't nothin' but backwards toy soldiers.
All you motherfuckers feel us.
You got one national title; we got four - quadruple.

Rob, you blast at me while I got friends in my motherfuckin' belt.
You know how it is.
When I drop posts, they feel it.
Your stalker ass can't feel it.
I'm the realest.
FUCK YOU. We Aggie Rob killin'.

--PB

Posted by Nastinchka at June 9, 2007 09:41 PM